The withered leaves collect at my feet and the wind begins to moan. Memory, all alone in the moonlight. I can dream of the old days, life was beautiful then. I remember the time I knew what happiness was. Let the memory live again.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1939 | 2024-01-28 10:29:34 | 84.51 | 97% |
| 802 | 2024-01-06 06:00:41 | 98.29 | 97.6% |
| 232 | 2023-12-29 13:36:27 | 93.23 | 98.4% |